𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦- a symbol or standard that inspires confidence, devotion, or courage
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Rose's POV:
An hour later, Dr. Williams is knocking on my door and coming inside.
"I heard you woke up Rosary! How are you feeling?" He asks as he strolls over to my bedside.
"I'm good; a bit tired, but good," I reply while Giovanni gets out of the hospital bed and stands by my side. I internally (okay, maybe externally too) frown at the loss of contact.
The doctor nods his head to express his acknowledgment of my statement. "Is it alright with you if I bring you up to date on your condition right now?"
"Sure," I answer while nodding my head and folding my hands over my lap. Mentally, I brace myself for his next words and the truth they will hold.
"Due to your fall, you've sustained a moderate concussion, five broken ribs, two on the left and three on the right, a fractured right wrist, a collapsed lung, and a lower right leg breakage. You also have a minor gunshot wound in your left bicep that seems to be healing relatively quickly. In total, you were unconscious for eleven days."
Dr. Williams continues a moment later, "For the next week, you will be on bed rest so your body can rest and heal. This means that besides going to the bathroom, you should not get out of bed."
It takes me a moment to absorb all of the information he just spewed at me before I respond. "Okay... and how long will it take me to get better? Will I be able to walk again?"
"Full recovery is expected to take three to six months, your leg and wrist taking the longest to heal. As for walking, as long as you follow your recovery plan, yes, you will be able to walk again," responds the doctor.
I let out a sigh I didn't realize I had been keeping in. Three to six months, I can handle that. Honestly, I'm just glad I'm still alive; I am definitely not a doctor, but I do know that I'm very lucky to still be here right now.
Gio gently places his hand on my back and rubs it in soothing circles. It's then that I realize I'm not alone in this. If I ever need help, I know my muffin will be right by my side holding out a hand, ready to face the world with me. This realization provides me with the comfort I didn't know I needed in this moment.
"Okay," I repeat but this time, more confidently and with a firm nod.
The next morning, I'm gently shaken awake by a nurse who isn't Sadie. A cart filled with tubes and other miscellaneous medical equipment stands next to her as she quietly apologizes for having to wake me up.
"It's okay," I croak, my voice still groggy from sleep.
As I try to force the sleep out of my body, I glance around the room for Gio. I remember him falling asleep on the couch (my hospital bed isn't meant to have two people sleeping in it at once) but this morning, it is empty. The blanket he had used is neatly folded over the side of the couch making it almost look as if he was never here. A childish pout fills my face; I want my muffin.
"Good morning Rosary, I'm Clara. Do you mind if I quickly check your vitals and do a blood draw?" Says the nurse bringing my attention back to the situation at hand.
"No that's fine," I answer sleepily and then add, "Where's Sadie?"
"She doesn't work today. Is there something you need to tell her?" Clara asks while taking my blood pressure.
"No, just wondering."
We fall into a comfortable silence as she listens to my heart and draws my blood. After completing her tasks, Clara turns to me with a smile.
"I'm your nurse today," she pauses and turns to right her name and the date on a whiteboard near the door that I didn't notice before. "It is six right now and I will bring you breakfast at eight. If you need anything or have any questions, just press the red button on the remote."
"Okay. Um, before you leave, can I quickly ask if you know where Giovanni went?" I question, hoping she knows the answer.
"Giovanni?" Clara repeats with a confused expression.
"He is super tall, usually wears black, super moody, um... he's got pretty tattoos?" My voice gets a little bit higher pitched at the end as if I'm asking her a question.
"Oh, you mean Mr. Antonelli! He wanted me to give you this," she says and hands me a piece of folded paper. Taking it, I thank Clara and she walks out with her cart. Then, I unfold the note and read its contents.
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Dear Fragolina,
I apologize for not being with you when you woke up but I had to take care of something. I promise I will be back around nine. Can't wait to see you.
Love, Your Muffin
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He'll be back around nine. That's three hours. What can I do for the next three hours that doesn't require me to get out of bed?
In an ideal setting, I would paint, but I'm guessing they probably don't have the necessary supplies at a hospital. So instead, I'll draw! I can sketch out my next painting and then ask Gio to get me supplies when he comes back.
"Hey, Clara?" I ask, hoping she might be able to help.
"What's up?" she answers.
"Do you happen to have any paper and colored pencils?"
"Yes, I'll go get some for you."
"Okay, thank you!" I call out as she leaves the room.
A few minutes later, I find myself hunched over a piece of printer paper fiercely doodling shapes and lines that will eventually reveal a bigger picture. And much like the future, not even I know what it will look like.
